Horror Game: How to win the sickly system

"By the way, what is your dungeon prompt message?"

Fang Wen ran quickly, turned his head and asked.

"There is a note saying that a man named Zhang Xiaoqiang will come to marry me. Except for him, everyone else is a ghost, and only he can save me." Ling Tianyue frowned and thought, "There are still some things, but I I destroyed the note without looking carefully, I only belong to you, that Zhang Xiaoqiang, I must kill him!"

A morbid killing intent appeared on her face.

"Uh......"

A sentence stuck in Fang Wen's throat, and he choked it back.

How would she react if she knew that she was Zhang Xiaoqiang now?

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, "By the way, Tianyue!"

"what happened?"

"Could that Zhang Xiaoqiang on your note be...another dungeon npc?"

It suddenly occurred to him that if there was no interference from General Lei Dian, then according to the normal script, he would be sent to the Xia Mansion just now by the matchmaker Zhang Da. , that is, he wants to marry a daughter-in-law!

But Ling Tianyue said that her birth point was in the Xia Mansion, which was exactly the same as the one she described, and her mission seemed to coincide with her own.

Fang Wen told Ling Tianyue his thoughts.

Ling Tianyue nodded, frowned and thought for a while, then said, "So, in this dungeon, there will be two Xia residences?"

Seeing that Fang Wen didn't answer, she turned around with some doubts.

But he realized that at some point, Fang Wen stopped in his tracks.

He stood there with his eyes wide open, staring fixedly at the front, and after a long while, he spoke slowly:

"No, it's three."

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Tong Zhantian wiped off the sweat from his face, leaned his back against the door, panting heavily.

He took off a festive round hat on his head, exposing his bald head, wiped off the greasy water stains on it, and put it on again.

Then he stood up cautiously, opened a crack in the door, and looked out.

But they met a pair of eyes, white eyes without pupils.

It's a paper man.

"what!"

He screamed in fright, but quickly covered his mouth, closed the door, and retreated rapidly.

As an agent of the 11th Bureau, he has experienced so many horror dungeons, and he thinks that his psychological quality is still very high.

But what happened in the past few hours today has almost wiped out his will.

He took out a note from his pocket, which read: [A letter to my future self]

[Your name is Zhang Da, you must remember your name, you are a living person, but you must pretend to be a dead person, or... a paper figure. 】

[After a few minutes, you will hear the sound of gongs and drums, and then there will be a sedan chair outside the door. When you open the door, you will see a few paper figures carrying the sedan chair. When you sit on the sedan chair, don’t worry about anything else, they will take you go to a place. 】

[After the sedan chair stops, get out of the car, and you will find a broken thatched cottage. Go knock on that door, knock three times, not too loudly, not too softly, and then shout "In-laws, we are married." After that, the door will open. 】

[After picking him up on the sedan chair, you follow behind the paper figurine team, look down at the road, don't talk to anyone, and don't turn back when told. 】

"Really, it's dangerous." He sighed, read it again, and then put the note back into his pocket.

"Those paper figurines...are they good or bad?"

Because just now, after he picked up that 'him', he followed behind the sedan chair team.

Behind him, the two coffins in that room seemed to open automatically, and two ghost figures followed him, blowing cold air in his ears.

"Give me back my son, give me back my son, Zhang Da, you will die!"

"Da Zhang, Da Zhang, come and accompany us, we are dying so badly!"

......

There were more and more voices, and he felt that hundreds of strange ones were following behind him.

Just when he thought he was going to die, the paper figurines carrying the sedan chair in front suddenly stopped in their tracks.

The whole body is filled with ghostly aura, slaughtering those dirty things.

It was... saved him.

"Now there are no note reminders, what should I do?"

But at this moment, suddenly, a side drawer suddenly opened.

A piece of paper was cushioned with a few candles, lying quietly inside.

"Huh? Why is there a note here? I was so anxious that I didn't find it when I checked just now. Could it be..."

He leaned closer and picked up the note, with only a few words on it.

[Escape!Otherwise you will die! 】

"hiss!"

Tong Zhantian's heart tightened instantly, and he took a breath.

He looked at the two figures standing outside the door, standing there motionless as if they were peeping at him under the moonlight.

There are two paper man guards outside the door, each with e-level strength, obviously don't want him to go out.

Although these paper figurines had saved him before, he always had an ominous premonition. He felt that these paper figurines were not so much protecting him, but rather imprisoning him.

Now that he had a note to remind him, he was even more sure of his guess.

"No, I have to find a way to get out. Sitting in such a ghost place is almost like waiting to die."

Tong Zhantian stood up, and took out the few white candles that were placed with the note from his clothes.

"I don't know if these candles can burn those paper figurines to death."

Looking at the dancing candles on the table, he thought to himself.

"It's just a gamble."

Just do it.

He took out two candles and lit them. Suddenly, the orange candlelight lit up in the room, but it was quickly blocked by him.

He cautiously approached the crack of the door along the corner of the wall, covering the candle with his hand, trying not to let it shine.

He took off his shoes, stepped on the ground with his bare feet, and approached the two figures at the door softly.

step,

two steps,

three steps,

......

"It's just the last step!"

He stopped, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down.

Outside the door, the bright moon hung high in the sky, illuminating the earth much brighter, and the shadows reflected by the two paper figurines were also extremely slender than before.

With his back to them, Tong Zhantian leaned against the wall by the door, and he could clearly observe the shadows of these paper figurines from the side.

"Push open the door and throw the candles on them, and run outside with all your strength," he thought to himself.

He turned his head and stared fixedly at the two black shadows sticking to the door outside the door.

A trace of firmness and determination flashed in his eyes.

But he didn't notice it at all, and the shadow on the ground also quietly...moved a bit.